A/N: It seems blackmail (in form of handing out cookies) works. :) the second most reviews I've had to a chapter so far. So once again I'd like to thank my reviewers and hand you each a cookie! :D Thank you all!

People generally seem to prefer Harry being Top. I get that, I do. But I like variety so sometimes I like to mix things up. A sequel is in planning already and that may have the roles being reversed... time will tell! ;) comments on this help me decide btw :p

Also, I realise that this fic is probably somewhat darker than Submission as there is more pain. Keep in mind that as a masochist Harry would enjoy the things Draco does. Anyhow, I think you will like this chapter...

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*** Chapter 5

The week continued fairly uneventful. They met every evening after dinner and worked until late into the night. In order to study past curfew they slept in the room they were using. Harry would get up early to go to Gryffindor tower to shower and get ready for the new day.

He had next to no time for his friends anymore, getting only meal times and free periods to hang out with them. They could see him improving, which especially for Hermione was worth the troubles and stopped her being worried. Ron on the other hand regularly asked how Harry was getting on and why he was still doing it, especially now he had no time for anything else.

Harry couldn't admit that he had no actual choice. He did however try to explain that Snape would make his life more of a hell if he refused. That was something Ron could imagine and therefore understood. He didn't stop worrying though.

As the days passed, Harry found himself actually seeing the use behind the extra lessons though. While he didn't particularly like Draco's way of teaching it was effective. Harry studied like a lunatic in order to avoid punishments. And as the week progressed he earned less and less of them, instead getting more kisses which became deeper and more passionate. He found himself looking forwards to them.

By the time the next potions lesson came around they'd brewed several potions and Harry had learned enough to have improved dramatically. Simple mistakes that he would have previously made because of a lack of knowledge and understanding were no longer a worry. He was in much less danger now of actually blowing up his potions.

When it was time for the Potions lesson he grudgingly went to Malfoy to work with him. They'd brewed the potion once before in preparation for the lesson. Harry was confident he could do it, yet he needed to focus for it. They discussed who would do which parts and set to work.

There was one root that was particularly difficult to peel which was necessary for the potion. They'd agreed Draco would focus on that, it would take him much of the lesson to get it right. Harry meanwhile would look after the rest, with Draco watching.

It wasn't long before Snape walked past their work station to check on the potion. Draco looked up to give his professor a nod. Snape noted that Draco was working on the difficult root and had left the rest to Potter, who had not noticed his presence.

"Potter, what are you doing?"

Harry was so focused on the slicing of one of the ingredients he hadn't noticed Snape and looked up in surprise at being addressed.

"Your focus has increased dramatically. So much so that you would not even notice if your potion where to have an unexpected reaction. Say, bubbling?"

"Bubbling?" Harry asked in shock and turned to look at the potion, forgetting about the knife in his hand and waving it around dangerously close to Draco.

The blond took a hold of Harry's hand to stop him moving, then gently took the knife away.

Harry didn't notice though but sighed in relief when he saw his potion simmering calmly. "If it were bubbling red I would need to decrease the heat, if it were blue I would need to increase the heat. If it were brown it would be time for the next 6 stirs. 3 clock-wise, 3 counter-clock wise. But first I need to add the..."

"Potter! I know how to brew the potion and don't require a detailed explanation."

"Sorry, sir," Harry apologised, properly snapping out of the daze he'd been in.

"10 points to Slytherin for sheer miracle work."

"Thank you, sir," Draco said, smiling slyly.

"Did I do something wrong?" Harry asked in a whispered voice when Snape had moved on.

"You did excellently, Potter," Draco smirked and handed the knife back. "You've another 20 seconds to finish your slicing."

Harry still looked confused but took the knife and got back to his work. He'd finished the slicing just in time and continued working off the recipe, managing to brew his first satisfactory potion by the end of the lesson.

He thanked Draco for his help, knowing that the work they'd been doing had actually paid off. Rather than appraising him, Draco told him to be back again that evening as they had more work to do.

Knowing better than to anger Draco, Harry was back again the same evening. He found the room empty so he decided to use the time for homework, hoping Draco would approve. They had been doing some homework together in the past week as Harry had little time otherwise to get everything done.

When Draco eventually appeared he entered the room quietly, finding Harry fully focused on his homework. He was pleased to see it and yet more pleased to see the startled reaction when he slammed the door shut.

Harry sat up straighter looking around in worry. When his eyes landed on Draco he looked both surprised, relived and pleased. Draco smirked at him.

"So Potions lesson today was interesting..." Draco started.

"I'm really sorry if I did something wrong. I was just trying to focus on the potion," Harry spoke hastily, hoping to defend himself.

"You did an excellent job, Potter."

"I did?"

"First time you managed to satisfy Snape. I think that deserves a reward, don't you?"

"Oh uhm... if you think so."

"I do. Stand up and strip."

Harry looked at him in confusion but rose slowly, taking off his robe as he went. Then he took off his shirt and tie, absently noting how well condition he was now.

Draco grinned mischievously and moved closer, standing just in front of Harry, their noses almost touching. Then he leaned in and grazed his lips against Harry's, while his hands took residence on bare hips. He gradually deepened the kiss while letting his hands roam over Harry's chest.

There had only been two occasions where he had used physical stimulation as reward before. One time he had massaged Harry's shoulders, the other time he had toyed with Harry's nipples a little. Having received no objection the last time, Draco was more confident this time around.

As they kissed passionately he let his hands roam over Harry's chest and back, using his nails occasionally, toying extensively with Harry's quickly hardening nipples. Pressing his body a little closer he could feel the effect he was having on Harry.

With one hand in the back of Harry's neck he held him in place while he let his other hand trail down the middle of his chest until he reached his trousers. He hooked a finger inside the waist band and let it trail along his hip. Then he pulled it out and instead cupped the bulge in his trousers, massaging him through the material.

He was pleased with the moans he received in response. But Harry was trying to pull away so he tightened his hold, making it clear he wouldn't let go just yet. He received more moans in response but they were all swallowed by their kiss.

Eventually though Draco had to break away for air. He rested his forehead against Harry's, making sure his hand stayed where it was so Harry wouldn't try and move away.

"What..."

"Shh just enjoy," Draco interrupted Harry's question before it could be fully formed.

Draco continued working Harry through his trousers, occasionally kissing him, his face, his neck. All the while enjoying the appreciative sounds Harry was making.

When he felt the brunette swaying a little he whispered, "Lean on me," blowing air over Harry's ear as he did so. He felt the brunette sway a little more before arms wrapped around his neck. He let his hand drop from Harry's neck to his back, stroking teasingly, scratching slightly every once in a while.

Having got Harry this far, he knew he wouldn't pull away now so he opened Harry's trousers and freed his straining erection. Finally able to wrap his hand fully around the hard flesh, he started to work him in earnest.

Harry rested his head against Draco's shoulder, leaning heavily on the blonde. He gasped when he felt Draco's tongue lapping at his sensitive neck, biting, suckling, nibbling then lapping again.

With the skilful work Draco was administering it wasn't long before Harry was bucking helplessly into Draco's hand, his orgasm building slowly and crashing down on him like a wave on rocks.

Draco continued to pump until Harry was too sensitive for the touch. Then he just stood holding him tightly, letting him recover in his arms.

"Wasn't that a nice reward?" He asked teasingly when he could tell Harry's breathing was almost back to normal.

"Hell yeah," Harry admitted quietly, not wanting to say it but unable to stop himself saying the words.

"You can have many more of those if you do well."

"Really?"

"Really," Draco chuckled and pulled away from Harry so he could look at him.

"Why?"

"Why not? I've been punishing you a fair bit, now we are getting to the point where you may earn more rewards than punishments. You didn't think that kisses were the only rewards I would hand out, did you? That would hardly justify the harsh punishments."

"You planned this all along?"

"Of course, I did."

"You... are you going to fuck me?"

Draco raised an eyebrow. "What have I taught you about the tone of a conversation?"

"I'm sorry. Are you going to eventually shag me?" Harry rephrased his question, rolling his eyes at Draco.

"Just because I gave you a big reward and have promised you more of them does not mean I won't punish you if you deserve it."

"Just answer me already," Harry cried in frustration. "I'll hardly be able to phrase it delicately enough for your liking."

"Yes, Potter, if you will allow it I will eventually have intercourse with you," Draco said with a pointed glare.

Harry burst out laughing at Draco's phrasing but then sobered up when he realised what it meant. "What if I don't want it?"

"Then we won't do it. I have not done anything you weren't ready for and you always had a chance to say no or pull away. You did enjoy yourself today, did you not?"

"I did."

"Then where is the issue?"

Harry couldn't give a satisfactory answer to that question so in the end Draco had them get back to their studying.

Draco knew that while they'd come far, there was more work to be done still. While Potter had understood the basic potions making rules he was still lacking practise. So they continued brewing potion after potion, with Draco commenting less and less to let Potter either come to him with questions or let him fail and ask him what he did wrong. Having learned much from Draco, Harry had come to the point where he could in fact tell what mistake he had made in most cases. A major improvement to his previous work, where he had not know at all what caused his potions to be ruined or even blow up. Still there was much left to be learned.